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Owed To A c*nt


Typhus

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I can't write,

I cannot create,

I cannot inspire.

I consume but do not produce.

I eat but do not defecate.

Banality is my food

And I am a mighty glutton.

I talk of demons

And flying cars

And other babble

But they cannot get enough.

"Oh, you'll get better!"

"You're great, we love you!"

Sick.

Scummy.

Lying.

Sacks.

Of.

Dead.

Rotting.

Flesh.

But I love them.

They feed my ego.

Justify my folly.

Legitimise my abortions.

My accomplices.

Shameless, transparent and vapid.

I am the great void,

I have no talent.

I am without worth.

But before you judge,

I'd like to see you do better!

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What spelling mistakes do you mean?

 

"Owed".

"To".

"A".

"C*nt".

 

Can't see any errors there dontgetit.gif

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You spelt c*nt wrong. There's a "u" there, not a "*".

 

Nah, I'm kidding. It may have been interpreted as either "ode" or "owed", I must admit I assumed it was was "ode" due to it being a poem of sorts.

Speaking of the poem itself, I liked it, very broken and the structure was disorientating. Very nice use of the quotes in there, they seem like very cynical characters. icon14.gif

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Thank you.

I just wanted to vent in light of recent insanity. Disproportionate insanity.

 

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